The other woman drank and Teiran took a moment to observe her. She did not recognize the dark eyed paint, keenly and quickly taking in little details that others might find unimportant. A newcomer, most likely, but there is a certain quality to the way she carried herself, to the light in her eyes, that says she has seen, perhaps even been a part of, the battles that had wracked their streets not too long ago. Curious, that. Did she fight for her own safety, or perhaps for the thrill? Why fight for a place that was not your home.
“I suppose we would all eventually perish, wouldn’t we?” she said without fanfare, voice rather monotonous, “Unless another Court offered aid, or we could find another source of water quickly.” There was the oasis, of course, although the constant trips out there in order to quench their thirst would almost be a waste considering the distance and the heat. To imagine a time during which all of Solterra succumbed to dehydration was almost laughable. What a pathetic end for a bunch of lifelong desert dwellers.
“You’re a newcomer,” a statement, an assumption based on her earlier thoughts. It was almost strange for Teiran to think about being outside Solterra. She had never left. She was born inside this court’s walls and she would surely die within them as well, one day. Probably the mouse hued woman would go out fighting. She’d be damned if she didn’t take anyone else down with her, too. “Why here?”
Admittedly she was curious. Teiran assumed the other courts were far more bearable. Less sun bleached, less dust to coat you every second of the day. Still, and she was certainly biased, but there was a lot to like about her home. Granted, some of that had to do with the hardiness that seemed to flourish within, the toughness of its people. There was a certain beauty to the endless quality of the sand, the way the sun shined off it like it were the sea. Regardless, Teiran was too attached and loyal to go anywhere else.
“I suppose we would all eventually perish, wouldn’t we?” she said without fanfare, voice rather monotonous, “Unless another Court offered aid, or we could find another source of water quickly.” There was the oasis, of course, although the constant trips out there in order to quench their thirst would almost be a waste considering the distance and the heat. To imagine a time during which all of Solterra succumbed to dehydration was almost laughable. What a pathetic end for a bunch of lifelong desert dwellers.
“You’re a newcomer,” a statement, an assumption based on her earlier thoughts. It was almost strange for Teiran to think about being outside Solterra. She had never left. She was born inside this court’s walls and she would surely die within them as well, one day. Probably the mouse hued woman would go out fighting. She’d be damned if she didn’t take anyone else down with her, too. “Why here?”
Admittedly she was curious. Teiran assumed the other courts were far more bearable. Less sun bleached, less dust to coat you every second of the day. Still, and she was certainly biased, but there was a lot to like about her home. Granted, some of that had to do with the hardiness that seemed to flourish within, the toughness of its people. There was a certain beauty to the endless quality of the sand, the way the sun shined off it like it were the sea. Regardless, Teiran was too attached and loyal to go anywhere else.
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